Previously on The Invincible Full-Moon System...
Gistella confronts Princess Selene, fiercely defending Rex against accusations of villainy and exposing the hypocrisy of the werewolf royalty. Despite Evelyn’s desperate pleas for a peaceful resolution to prevent a slaughter, the Princess remains resigned to a doomed struggle, fueled by her traumatic past of enslavement. The arrival of the powerful entity Sven on the battlefield threatens to turn the tide of war into a bloodbath, forcing Evelyn to make a final, shocking gambit. By revealing knowledge of the ancient Massacre of Inklaus and hinting at her connection to the Great Luna, Evelyn manages to shake Selene’s resolve just as the conflict reaches its breaking point.
During the Era of Might, various races engaged in a savage struggle for territory and vital resources.
The world had become a vast charnel-trench.
Habitable zones, shielded from the monstrous entities prowling the wilderness, were a rare luxury. The Vampires had already achieved a total metamorphosis through their Blood God, mastering blood manipulation and gaining strength by consuming it. Meanwhile, the Demons and Angels were locked in their own eternal conflict, with the Elves and Shapeshifters occupying the attention of the celestial host.
The Werewolves stood isolated.
Securing the sanctuary of Inklaus a year prior had allowed a quarter of their kind to endure the harsh winter. The region’s dense foliage acted as a natural insulator, trapping heat while providing an abundance of prey.
Furthermore, a mysterious property of Inklaus barred entry to any powerful beings that lacked animalistic traits.
It represented hope.
Aside from Axaralinkan, their primary stronghold, Inklaus was the only true safe-haven for the werewolves. At that time, the pack believed it would become a permanent second home.
Even the Origin allowed himself to envision a new beginning—a second genesis for his people in this unforgiving world. He believed that once their metamorphosis was finalized and the moon’s power surged through their Cultivation, their expansion across the land would be unstoppable.
To demonstrate his faith in this new nest, he personally supervised the settlement and brought the Great Luna with him.
For the moment, it seemed sufficient.
It was enough to sustain the population for the next decade or two, allowing their strength to reach full maturity.
However, a hidden threat loomed.
Meat-devouring Demons had been prowling the periphery, obsessed with the potent vitality found in werewolf flesh. These creatures were small, orb-like monsters with maws that could expand to the size of their entire bodies.
Equipped with furred limbs and venomous fangs, they were capable of injecting toxic demonic energy into their prey.
They encircled Inklaus. Utilizing a dark spell, the Archdemon of Sloth shattered the sanctuary's defenses, allowing its lesser kin to flood the interior. It wasn't a fair fight; it was a massacre. The werewolves were slaughtered like livestock in a brutal harvest.
The skittering demons were too agile for the werewolves' heavy claws to strike.
Even when a werewolf managed to rend a demon apart, the creature's death triggered a secondary disaster.
The remains would dissolve into a pungent, corrosive cloud of smoke.
This toxic miasma scorched lungs, melted flesh into liquid, and blinded those nearby.
The werewolves were utterly overwhelmed.
Under the Origin’s command, they were forced into a desperate retreat, told to prioritize survival above all else. While the masses fled, the Origin and several of his Betas held the line, fighting back the demonic tide to secure the path.
Eventually, the Origin withdrew as well.
Though he reached safety, one of his most loyal Betas perished during the escape, sacrificing his life at the ultimate moment.
Upon reaching safety, the Origin was consumed by a mixture of grief, rage, and pure loathing.
Nearly half the population had been wiped out. The survivors only lived because of the sheer, primitive power of their natural regeneration. The Origin’s mind narrowed to a single, icy objective: vengeance. He would hunt the Archdemon of Sloth.
He intended to kill it.
He believed that with total effort, he could avenge his fallen kin.
Every werewolf present recognized the dark promise in the Origin’s distorted expression.
It was a vow of blood.
An eye for an eye.
Nothing could restrain his fury once his rampage began.
In a world where only the strong survived, the Origin was determined to show the Demons exactly how powerful they were.
However, the Great Luna intervened.
With nothing but her words, she halted the Origin’s descent into madness.
The other werewolves assumed the Origin’s rage had surpassed its limit and that only blood could soothe him, but the Great Luna proved them wrong.
Her aura enveloped his mind like a cool, lunar tide, dampening the flames of his hatred.
She didn't douse the fire entirely; instead, she refined it, allowing the Origin to regain his clarity despite his simmering anger.
A direct assault on the Archdemon of Sloth at that moment was not bravery—it was recklessness.
While he might survive the encounter, the loyal werewolves following him into battle would surely perish. They had already endured too much loss. The Demons would eventually pay ten times over, but the time was not yet right.
To the shock of the pack, the Origin—his eyes still glowing with suppressed wrath—turned away from the enemy. He ordered his people to return to their primary nest. They had lost the day, but he promised a future triumph.
Patience was the correct path.
Someday, the werewolves would collect the debt owed by the demons.
This historical moment replayed in Princess Selene’s mind.
She hadn't witnessed the event personally, but the Massacre of Inklaus was etched into the memory of every werewolf. It was remembered not just for the tragedy, but because it established the true significance of a Luna.
That day, the Great Luna proved her strength didn't lie in her claws, but in the wisdom to stay them.
Her role wasn't to eliminate an Alpha’s anger, but to help them focus it toward the proper moment.
Hearing Evelyn reference the massacre caught Selene completely off guard.
An outsider should not have known such intimate history.
However, the answer lay in the dangling earrings partially obscured by Evelyn’s silver hair.
"Great Luna...?" Princess Selene whispered, her voice trembling. "M-Mother..."
"Yes," Evelyn confirmed with a nod. "I have been chosen by the Great Luna, your mother, as her successor. These earrings house her consciousness. She whispered to me... that you might have forgotten the vital lesson of that massacre."
Princess Selene shifted, feeling a deep sense of unease.
She hadn't realized the Great Luna was observing these events.
Recalling her earlier dismissals—how she had claimed Evelyn’s vow to convince Rex was a fantasy—she realized she had been insulting the Great Luna herself. It wasn't just skepticism; it felt like blasphemy. Guilt and a profound sense of shame washed over her.
She was mortified that her own mother had witnessed her behavior.
"I apologize on behalf of the Alpha for his actions against the Scarlet Banes Kingdom and for the way his presence has insulted your people," Evelyn said. She raised a hand to stop Gistella, who looked ready to argue. "But you must recognize that your kingdom is not entirely without fault in this conflict."
Evelyn took another step forward.
Her moon earrings emitted a fierce glow, chiming softly with her movements.
Each delicate sound seemed to crack the icy exterior of Princess Selene’s heart.
Facing the presence of the Great Luna and realizing Evelyn was her chosen successor shifted the entire dynamic. She could no longer dismiss Evelyn’s words or deny her status as a true werewolf.
Only someone truly exceptional and worthy could awaken the Great Luna’s consciousness.
If anyone else wore those earrings, the result would be different. There was no guarantee the Great Luna would manifest for just anyone.
Therefore, the fact that Evelyn could utilize them proved her claims were genuine.
"It is a tragedy that we have come to this, but you and I can begin again," Evelyn said, ascending the pile of bones to stand before Princess Selene. "Let us start from nothing. Together, we can build a better future."
Evelyn extended her hand for a pact.
In that moment, her outstretched hand carried the weight of their species' future.
A brighter tomorrow was difficult to achieve alone, but together, it was possible.
Princess Selene looked at the hand, then at Evelyn’s face, and finally at the lunar earrings.
Though her hand shook with hesitation, she eventually reached out and accepted the gesture.
The Silverstar Pack had traveled to this land in secret, seeking to conquer and mend the divided Scarlet Banes Kingdom following the royal conflict. The result had exceeded even their most ambitious goals.
Through Evelyn’s stubbornness, the conflict was resolved not through slaughter, but through the pure, undeniable conviction of a Luna.
She had remained steadfast in Rex’s vision of a unified world. Now, that faith had been rewarded. With minimal help, she had secured the kingdom and reunited its fractured halves.
The magnitude of this silent victory would undoubtedly shock Rex upon his return.
‘I did it...’
Evelyn allowed the realization to sink in, a genuine smile breaking across her face.
She gripped Princess Selene’s hand warmly.
‘I actually did it...’
